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"No, I already told you, I don't KNOW how it happened, he can't TALK!" I was getting so frustrated, none of these people had the intelligence of a squirrel, I swear. "Why are you even talking to me, you need to take care of HIM!" I pointed to my boyfriend lying on the ground.
"Sorry, Sir." The woman turned and walked away. I felt a little bad for yelling at her, but she just wouldn't listen to me.
I couldn't watch as they lifted Blaine onto the stretcher, he looked like he was in so much pain. How and why did this happen? And to him? Thoughts flew through my head like mad.
I walked along side the stretcher and held Blaine's hand. I can't remember the ride over to the hospital, my mind was moving to fast to take anything at all in. All I could think of was that he might not make it past tonight. I prayed to a non-existent God that that wasn't the case, I hoped beyond all hope he had just taken a bad fall down the stairs, and he would be fine.
If I was ever stressed beyond my breaking point, it was then. I fainted.
I just fell down in the middle of the ambulance, and woke up in a chair next to Blaine's hospital bed.
I scrambled to stand up. "Oh, sit back down boy, you need to rest a bit," an older looking woman said. She was standing next to Blaine, putting something into his IV.
"Wh… What happened?" I stuttered.
"You passed out, what do you think happened?" The woman said, she looked up and smiled at me. I just stared at her for a minute, before saying,
"No, what happened to him, I mean, what's wrong with him?" I said, trying to keep all my words straight. The woman sighed and waited a few seconds.
She looked up frowned, "I'm not sure if you need to be hearing that bit right now. Just rest." But I frowned right back. I was not going to wait to see what was wrong with Blaine, I needed to know now.
"Please tell me. Otherwise I will be even more stressed thinking you might be hiding that he's dead and then I'll have a heart attack." She raised her eyebrow at me, and smiled.
"Well, you are a dramatic one," she said. I nodded. "Well in the case that you might have a heart attack, I will tell you. He has a concussion, two broken ribs, with one fractured, a dislocated knee, and to put the cherry on top, he's dehydrated."
My mouth hung open. I stood up immediately and grabbed his hand. "Is he going to be alright?" I asked.
"Well, unless you have a heart attack, he sees it, and then he has a heart attack, I think he'll be fine." She said sarcastically. She laughed as she walked out of the room, leaving Blaine and I alone.
I looked down at his sleeping figure. It was the first time I'd seen him not in pain since three days before.
"Why did this happen to you Blaine? Why?" I stood by him for what must have been ten minutes, before the door blasted open.
"Where is he? Is he OK?" My dad flew over to the bed and looked to Blaine, then to me. "What happened?" He asked.
"I don't know exactly. But the nurse said he would be alright." I answered him, but he didn't look satisfied.
"And what happened to you, you're more pail than when I found you dancing to Single Ladies in the basement." My face turned red at the thought.
"I… I'm fine, just a little nervous I guess," I didn't tell him that I fainted, he didn't need to worry about that right now, "I just want to know what happened to him, that's all."
We were quiet for a few minutes. "Kurt, I've got to go back to work, you gonna be alright? I mean I really wish I could stay but…"
"Dad, it's fine, just go." I gave him a pained smile as he left.
I sat down in the chair I had originally woken up in. At some time, I fell asleep, because when I woke up, everything outside was dark. I looked over to Blaine. He was awake.
He was sitting up reading a book. "Blaine?" I whispered, not really knowing why I was talking quietly, except that it seemed the normal thing to do when the room was only lighted by a lamp.
Blaine turned to me a smiled, "Oh, Kurt, your awake!" I got up and walked over to the bed and took his empty hand.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
He just laughed. "Well, if you forget about the throbbing and the headache, I'm fine," he gave me one of those smiles that made me melt.
"Did you tell anyone what happened? Oh and, you should tell me right now." I said forcefully. His smile went away.
"Um, OK. If you really want to hear."
Ha ha cliffhanger. I will not write again until I get at least one review. MUAHAHAHAHA!